Was amazed my red hen was still alive this morning; but while I was leading qigong, she must have gone further than the chicken yard and into cluck cluck heaven. Her body is now on the stick pyre that is I hope high enough to keep my dogs away. Now I've seven hens and Pantaloons. I wouldn't be surprised to lose a few more hens this bitter cold week.
Just returned from the river with dogs. Bundled up, but not enough to bear the bitter wind. Looked for suitable photo that might demonstrate the cold. I am surprised that the creek is not frozen, but by this weekend the single digits should change that state. Here's what I found:
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